“Come in. Come in,” I told him, happy to see him.
At his side were two things: my luggage and my jacket. He placed both inside my foyer on the squares of slate flooring.
“Thank you for bringing these. Shall we have a drink?”
He nodded. “Something warm.”
We kissed, of course: long, passionate, endearing, with tongues. A heated kiss that could have melted all the snow over Harker and tamed the tempestuous winds. A kiss that I had longed for since the last time I had seen him in Lord Hyde’s presence, yelling at the vampire.
Following the kiss, I inquired, “Will warm bourbon do?”
“The warmer, the better,” he said, shivering.
And so it was done.
* * * *
We snuggled on my sofa under a blanket, sharing a ninety-five dollar bottle of Woodford Reserve, dinking straight from the glass bottl
